Meats of the world

[burlyheart]

Who: Potemkin, Takumi + others?
When: Beginning of August, before the trip to Gammon
Where: Caissa Market
What: Bros have to eat
Rating: None

[It's been a while since he's been to this building. Consciously or not, the ways he had decided to spend his time since the festival mostly had taken him to the outskirts of Caissa, the outer sprawl of its buildings and its piers and fields. If he was in the capital city at all, the experience of sleeping in a Petrosian barn not likely to be leaving him soon. In a way this is oddly fortunate timing, his return to the city coinciding with the point he should think about how he really intended to make his fortune. This is one last fair-weather break before he must devote himself to either end of the crossroads.

Just looking at the front of the ornamented building stirs some of those familiar thoughts again, but Potemkin shakes them off. He doesn't have to go inside. All he has to do is wait for a friend.]

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[kyusei]

[ Takumi wanders back out after he asks them to box some pastries for them. Being from the plentiful lands of Hoshido, it's hard not to buy a bit more--at least for his sister and her retainer.

With hands on his hips, he looks up to Potemkin with one raised eyebrow. ]

You sure you don't want to come in?

[ He... knows it must be hard being that tall, but it's horrible to exclude someone. ]

[burlyheart]

[Potemkin, who had been the perfect illustration of a patience that asks for nothing, is not expecting that and all of a sudden his composure is broken. By playing cool and hanging back, he was expecting to avoid too much address before they got their meal, and thus avoid any interaction with his hang ups, but if he's being asked directly, what's there to be done?]

Oh, yes! I'll be right over.

[He walks over from the street to the white doorway, which one glance shows that he'll has to take a tremendous bow to get under. He doesn't seem bothered though; he's very, very used to such things.]

I used to come here often. What did you get for yourself?

[kyusei]

[ At least this building has a rather tall ceiling? Kind of... Maybe. Takumi looks up at Potemkin and looks down to his take out bag filled with what seems to be croissants and round pastries.

He has no idea what these are called. ]

This and that. [ Yup. ] Here.

[ Takumi takes out a donut for his friend and offers it. ]

[burlyheart]

[With some creative maneuvering he's able to stand inside, with only the tinkling of bells from the doorframe as a side effect.

These may be unfamiliar to Takumi, but Potemkin recognizes with a doughnut is. In fact, right on sight it looks like an intuitive pairing, like a catchphrase to a cartoon character.]

Thank you. [Potemkin really doesn't waste any time to take a bite. Half of it is gone already.]

I presume a lot of those are for others, too? That's quite a lot.

[Says the guy who got rid of one in almost a second.]

[kyusei]

Yeah. It's for my sister and her retainer.

[ He doesn't include corrin because corrin is rude and didn't side with HOSHIDO. He'll Motion Potemkin to take a seat inside. Luckily the stools are kind of high for that rustic feel, so Takumi is the one having trouble getting on. His feet kind of dangle there. ]

Is it good? I wasn't sure what you liked. I also ordered some milk.

[ because milk isn't staple in Hoshido. ]

[burlyheart]

Of course it is.

[Potemkin takes another moment to finish it off so he doesn't have to talk with his mouth full any more.]

I'm surprised are there so many people from the same world. It must be good for the spirit, to have someone to care for even here.

[Not only that, but close relatives. Not that Potemkin had anyone comparable (a born slave didn't exactly get to keep a family), but he hasn't seen anyone who even came from the same country. So Potemkin gets a little wistful.]

[kyusei]

... It's nice, but it also means more to worry about. I guess I can at least keep an eye for them here.

[ Takumi isn't daft enough to not see the shift in atmosphere. Hoshidans are exceptionally sensitive to the air. He's quiet for a moment as he nibbles onto this round pastry. It's custard filled which surprises him. ]

I'm sure you'll be able to see your loved ones again, too. Hopefully, not during a war.

[ An employee comes in with their cups of milk. here you go!! They are fruit flavored because Takumi is fond of fruits and berries. ]